In and out tick tick tick out of breath the clock does not stop ticking like a wound on the side of my mouth if doesn't heal and there's nothing we can do for the city still sorrounds us a great trap we're under a great one bow down to your kings time goes by and the clock ticks I tick I exist but someday the prey comes back and it bite "every damn thing rationed and not ine promise kept the guy was right we're under a gestapo" (john braine)